Recovery for Tucker has better than I expected. I had stocked up on popsicles and jello and pudding and applesauce, but he asks for things like hot dogs and pasta and cold cereal. It seems his appetite has improved ten-fold since the operation, and I'm not really complaining. Seeing him eat and eat and eat is really quite refreshing, after all these years of trying to get him to eat and watching his little body shrink in the process.
If he's had his pain medicine, he runs around the house and yard without a care in the world, despite my constant warnings to him to relax on the couch. When the pain meds start to wear off, he becomes cranky and whimpers and curls up in a ball on the couch. I don't know how many times I've told him, "I told you so."
Avery has been a good nursemaid to him, reading him books and telling him outrageous stories to keep him occupied.
Piper, on the other hand, has not. Tucker will slide off the couch to grab a book and Piper will seize the opportunity to steal his spot, lying on his pillow, pulling the blankets up to her chin and waiting for him to start wailing. She stares and watches him cry until I come to check out the situation. She stares at me, waits for me to count to three, then smirks and runs away. Naughty little girl, she is. No matter how many times I remind Tucker that he's older than Piper, he for whatever reason doesn't ever fight back. Not that I should be complaining...?
And Milo continues to be fat. He sits in his Bumbo and watches the whole scene. As long as something interesting his happening in front of him, he's good to go. Chet was on the phone the other day and doing his usual pacing back and forth around the house while he talked. As soon as he walked out of the living room, Milo started wailing. As soon as he came back, Milo would look up and stop crying, watching him, wide-eyed and drooling. I finally made Chet pace in the living room so Milo would keep quiet.
I have another three days off of work and I'm enjoying it immensely.
If he's had his pain medicine, he runs around the house and yard without a care in the world, despite my constant warnings to him to relax on the couch. When the pain meds start to wear off, he becomes cranky and whimpers and curls up in a ball on the couch. I don't know how many times I've told him, "I told you so."
Avery has been a good nursemaid to him, reading him books and telling him outrageous stories to keep him occupied.
Piper, on the other hand, has not. Tucker will slide off the couch to grab a book and Piper will seize the opportunity to steal his spot, lying on his pillow, pulling the blankets up to her chin and waiting for him to start wailing. She stares and watches him cry until I come to check out the situation. She stares at me, waits for me to count to three, then smirks and runs away. Naughty little girl, she is. No matter how many times I remind Tucker that he's older than Piper, he for whatever reason doesn't ever fight back. Not that I should be complaining...?
And Milo continues to be fat. He sits in his Bumbo and watches the whole scene. As long as something interesting his happening in front of him, he's good to go. Chet was on the phone the other day and doing his usual pacing back and forth around the house while he talked. As soon as he walked out of the living room, Milo started wailing. As soon as he came back, Milo would look up and stop crying, watching him, wide-eyed and drooling. I finally made Chet pace in the living room so Milo would keep quiet.
I have another three days off of work and I'm enjoying it immensely.
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